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The man with the hand's of stone. Part 1.
Legend has it, There was once a man who lived in a universe not much different from our own. Who had hands as hard as stone. This man was known as a hero, what we in this universe may even call a 'superhero' He will forever be remembered, A true legend.
A Vampire's Life - Part 3
January 1st, 1603 His feet pounded along the cobblestones of London's streets, running at the fastest pace he could manage. Scrimshaw had sent him on an errand; a delivery of money as payment for something or other. Bastian knew not what the ancient-looking man had bought, nor did he especially care. The white-haired old bugger had not taught him a single thing in terms of combat. He had taught him useful skills – reading, writing, how to speak (in an attempt to stomp out his accent), and some arithmetic – but those were only taught to him so he could perform the basic duties with which he was entrusted.
Bastian FalkenrathPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Stuff of Nightmares
She runs down the desolate beach track, breath coming in ragged, searing, wet gasps. Her feet lose the ground beneath them as she slips across the rough, loose stones. Blood seeps into her eyes from the gash across her cheek. Her knees and hands are grazed, burning from where she crashed against the gravel on the uneven ground. She needs to keep pace, to maintain her balance. She dares not fall again, though her limbs are fatigued. Adrenalin is surging and causing them to tremor with an uncontrollable ferociousness. He is right behind her, breathing hot fear into the void. She can’t see him, but he is there. He is always there.
DeadTrip: Part 2
August and Mercy drove through the chaotic streets that they were now accustomed. The whole country had become a mess, with the police in a constant struggle to maintain order against the restless population. Over the last decade the American citizens slowly lost respect for their government, just like their government lost respect for the world. Climate change had created shortages of food, fuel, and water. This led to the world order becoming unstable and many countries engaged in economic warfare. The USA added to the strain on the world by refusing to pay it's dues. The world lost count of the US debt and it became immeasurable. Tensions eventually broke into all out war between many countries, and now the conflict was on America's doorstep. The Eastern Alliance composed of India, Russia, China, and countless smaller countries. Nuclear threats were made daily and tensions were reaching a climax. Most of the American citizens disagreed with the government and huge percentages of the population threatened revolution. The American goverment lost control. Most Americans thought the world would soon end. This caused people to drive like idiots.
The Veiled
CHAPTER ONE “I’m doing the best I can, alright,” I shouted at my parents as I slip on my work shoes to get ready for work. The shoes were worn down from the walking throughout the day into the night from having two jobs. “I know it’s impossible to try and save a little money to buy my own car, but I want something of my own for once.”
Mirinda AcostaPublished 3 years ago in FictionMiddlebroke
Dr. Betty say I should write down what happened so I dont flip the hell out and be a mess the rest of my life. She say if I dont do something with all the stuff I feel then I might do bad things when I get older cause I aint never seen nothing else but bad things and dont know no better. She aint say it like that but thats how she meant it.
Monique AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionSummer on the Horizon
This series begins with Lockets Full of Instructions. This story takes place shortly after the events of Hunting Upstream. It's nice being the one on a bike. Sure, the others are going to see more action, and they aren't going as far, but they have to walk with all their gear. Me? I get to ride a bike through the rolling hills of Texas while a cool evening breeze lifts the hair from my shoulders and caresses my neck like a delicate lover. It would be perfect if I weren't heading straight into enemy territory.
John DodgePublished 3 years ago in FictionRayen
The early afternoon sun blazes down on the asphalt on the Don Valley Parkway, or what used to be the highway before The Great Devastation, a world barely familiar to Rayen now. The highway, which was once surrounded by lush forest, is now barren as if she was walking along a Nevada road devastated by fires and drought. To her surprise, she sees tiny new growth and hopes that the rumors that rains have returned to the city are true, or else this mission was for nothing. Rayen has been walking for days, scouring the abandoned rusted cars, searching for anything edible left behind. Sweat drips down from her brown curly hair as she brushes her forehead with her hand. She thinks about stopping, finding shade and relief from the heat, but she knows she’s close to the city, to Toronto, the place she once called home.
Sarah KymberleePublished 3 years ago in FictionTyranny
The life we once knew was no more! The Upper Crest regime had taken the lives of most of our friends who refused to live life on its terms and those who were taken into captivity went through volatile processing. I remember hearing Johnathan speak of it with such revulsion. He told me that the peoples' shoes were replaced with metal boots, which made it hard, if not impossible to run. And if you thought of running, Upper Crest guards would, at the push of a button, send 2000 volts of electric shock through your body...by way of those damned metal boots! The thought of it all really pissed me off!
Nakia PalmerPublished 3 years ago in FictionDrak
The dimly lit bunker hummed with a deafening silence. Only soft pulses of electricity heard, and then my breath, sharply in through my nose.
David KichukPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnfulfilled Promise
The year is 2153, and the earth has become a mutated wasteland where humans can barely survive. Most of the big cities lay in ruins, most overrun by vegetation, some of it, very deadly to the humans that have survived in this world. How did the world end up like this you ask, about 5 years ago, a meteor broke apart while entering the planet’s atmosphere and when the pieces hit ground, well, let’s just say that the black sludge that poured out was a very bad thing. If you think large man-eating plants is bad, well, that is nothing compared to what the black sludge did to the people it came into contact with, it changed them into brainless, blood thirsty, animals. These creatures have no conscience and will kill anything and anyone, I should know, my wife was killed by her own brother after he came into contact with that crap. After killing her, he still had enough intelligence to run for his life. So, I have been tracking him for the last 2 years to avenge her and put him out of his misery. My name is Jackson Riker. In this day and age, most people now live in walled off cities for protection, but, a very brave few still travel the world. Some, like me, do it for revenge on the creatures that took our loved ones, some fools actually do it thinking that it makes them heroic, as if by traveling the world they can take it back from these creatures. That’s not the case. Seen too many good people die from thinking along those lines, but, most people would call me insane, stupid, or say I have a death wish, and in truth, they may be right, I just might be all those things and more. Anyway, I tracked my brother-in-law to what remains of the World Trade Center in the Ruins of New York City. Been searching the place real carefully, cause those beasts like to hide in ruins like this. I have spent the last two hours going through the place, searching rooms, some cases killing some creatures taking refuge in this old place, but, this last room, an office of some type of big shot if I had to guess, has something very peculiar in it. I have found a body, in which the chest has been opened, with claws and teeth by the looks, and the organs on the inside be missing. That’s not the most interesting part, though, the man was grasping a heart-shaped locket and a letter. The letter reads this:
Joseph whitePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Diary of a Doomsday Prophet
“Diary of a Doomsday Prophet” She had been running for days. Alone. She was tired and had not seen a single soul since before the world as she knew it had ended. The sounds of emergency system sirens still blared in the distance. She had come to a very well-hidden treehouse looking dwelling and stopped to rest a bit. It was time to add some notes and thoughts to today’s journal disguised as letters. She was starting to lose track of time. Since the chaos had ensued, she could barely tell day from night. It was dark for 20 out of the 24 recognized hours of the day. The closest she came to pinpointing a timeframe was that the hours between 11 am and 2 pm had close to real sunlight. 10 am was somewhat of a very dark dawn and from around 2 pm till about 3:30 pm there was a very supernatural looking dusk. The day the world “went dark” as she was calling it, the sun dimmed around ten am and everything went totally dark sometime shortly after 3:33 pm. Her watch stopped at that time and has been stuck on it since. Writing had kept her focused and sane.
Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)Published 3 years ago in Fiction